45” × 36” x 1.5”
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas
This piece is currently hanging in the gallery the Radical Hotel as part of the cycle 5 Abundance show open for viewing thru March 2026 at 85 Robert St. in Asheville, NC.
Pictures show different lighting—inside lighting will determine texture/light/metallic flash etc.
This piece holds the long arc of a life changed. I began it while caring for my father in 2021, and returned to it three years after his passing in Fall 2025. Its many layers carry the quiet weight of caregiving, the disorientation of grief, and the slow rebuilding of a self reshaped by loss.
In the years between its first and final strokes, I stepped into new roles—daughter carrying the legacy of my father, mother to a growing child, a woman navigating midlife’s unraveling and unexpected reawakening. In the aftermath of Hurricane Helene, I felt again how easily we hide from the world, how safety can become its own kind of storm. Finishing this painting became a vow to emerge, to risk being seen.
This piece is a beacon: a soft, persistent reminder that beginnings rarely arrive all at once—they shimmer through us, layer by layer, until we’re ready to step into the light again.
45” × 36” x 1.5”
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas
This piece is currently hanging in the gallery the Radical Hotel as part of the cycle 5 Abundance show open for viewing thru March 2026 at 85 Robert St. in Asheville, NC.
Pictures show different lighting—inside lighting will determine texture/light/metallic flash etc.
This piece holds the long arc of a life changed. I began it while caring for my father in 2021, and returned to it three years after his passing in Fall 2025. Its many layers carry the quiet weight of caregiving, the disorientation of grief, and the slow rebuilding of a self reshaped by loss.
In the years between its first and final strokes, I stepped into new roles—daughter carrying the legacy of my father, mother to a growing child, a woman navigating midlife’s unraveling and unexpected reawakening. In the aftermath of Hurricane Helene, I felt again how easily we hide from the world, how safety can become its own kind of storm. Finishing this painting became a vow to emerge, to risk being seen.
This piece is a beacon: a soft, persistent reminder that beginnings rarely arrive all at once—they shimmer through us, layer by layer, until we’re ready to step into the light again.
